Redhawk Caldera Strawberry Season

Njord gave a hearty laugh, earnestly tickled by Meerkat’s joke. @Merlin usually occupied the role of jester in his life… but, recently, his friend had been quite elusive. Must be all those headaches he’d had recently… In any case, it felt good to laugh. A break from the rigor of his structured life.

“I’d like tha, indeed,” Njord said. “I nev’r ventured much ‘round these parts. I don’t quite know the lay of tha land.” It was true… these days, Njord found himself bound to the coast. Especially since the passing of Raleska, Rosencrantz, and Kaertok.

He shifted his weight, ready to follow Meerkat wherever she should lead. When they got going, he would interject his own questions. “Yer mums are tha leader of tha Redhawks?” he would ask, unaware that one - Niamh - was still missing. "Or ya Da, Phox?"